Note to Self III

There are worse things in life than locking yourself in the gynae's Venus flytrap-styled toilet with nothing on hand other than a soaked urine stick.

Another note to self - this is not the first, second or third time you have locked yourself in that toilet and required rescue. Next time - don't bother closing the door.

In other news, the bean has acquired a bellybutton and a cardiac tube that makes really loud "lub dub" noises when my gynae cranks up the volume on the ultrasound. It also has really small arm buds that appeared to be waving when I looked in earlier. I happily showed the 2D ultrasound photos to 2 male colleagues.

"Where's the vagina", asked the one who had turned all red earlier on when he extended a lunch invitation and I turned it down "because I'm going to see my gynae".